Vitamin D, why must thou forsake me?

It is a GORGEOUS day outside. Sunny, clear, warm and breezy. And I have three classes and a lab. It will be dark by the time I'm free.

At least I got out of class a bit early from my japanese quiz so I can sit on my windowsill and veg for a bit before the chem quiz.

At least Rupe is getting some good weather. He's twenty minutes away doing field training. I told him I'd summon a few nice days for him to enjoy since he's usually stuck in Alaska. (Although I was rather hoping I'd get to enjoy them too. Fucking lab.)

I did well on my quizzes Friday. My arm hurts. That's all there is to report.

::EDIT BEFORE LAB::
Chem quiz was postponed until Wed. I'm not sure if that is good or not. Finally finished pre-lab I've been working on since forever. I don't want to talk about the state of the lab I have to turn in today. >.<

...And I just got a blank e-mail from my estranged grandfather. It just had a title: "this is 'Gramps'". Yeah. That's his way of yelling at me for not talking to him. Maybe if he's stop telling me how much I hate him every time we DID talk I'd be more willing to.

So I'm sitting here debating ignoring it or replying in a smart-ass fashion.
1) Subject: "Re:" Content: "I know your e-mail address already."
2) Subject: "This is 'Wren'". Content: [none]

Sometimes I can be so juvenile. But then again...what the hell is he doing?

*radiates stress*

If I drop off the face of the earth for the next few days it's because I have more homework than hours in the day to do it in. I'm not joking. Like, subtracting the hours I'm in class and lab and like five hours for sleep does not leave me with enough time to do all my work.

Guys suck.

Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide,
Voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time,
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide,
Would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied,

And I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear

Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed,
Trying to find an honest word,
to find the truth enslaved,
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath,
your words keep me alive,

And I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear

Into this night I wander,
it's morning that I dread,
Another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread,
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride,
Nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied,

And I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear...

I think my chem lab partner is terrified of me. I submit this for an example:

*phone rings*
me: *knows it's him* "Hey!"
him: "Hi, this is Wren- this is John."
me: "Hey John, what's up?"
him: "Just calling to tell you I can go tomorrow."
me: "you mean today?"
him: "yes."
me: "Okay! Just meet us by the Cellar. Stand there and look confused and we'll find you."
him: "Where?"

*laughs hysterically at all her eighties music*

DELETED!!!!

In the words of Matt: "Damn girl, you don't do anything halfway, do you?!"

So, I went to CHWS today and had a nice doctor lady look at my arm.

I pulled a major tendon, so I have to give my arm complete rest. No lifting, no motion, no clubbing of people, etc. It's all wrapped up and immobilized at a weird angle that makes it really awkward to walk around. I should be taking ibuprofen, but of course I can't since it aggravates my other issues and induces nosebleeds, so I have nothing to take the swelling down.

She says it may not heal quickly, so I may need shots, etc. I'm looking at at about (worst case scenario: at least) a month of being out of commission.

*sulks*


::EDIT::
I just caught myself listening to Spanish oldies and muttering to myself in Japanese while writing kanji. No wonder I can't speak English worth a damn.

He won't return my calls. How....mature.

The worst thing about all this is that I don't have time to slow down and understand how I feel. I just have to shelve my emotion and keep working. I can't take a break and figure out what's going on.

Fuck you, SLAM.

::EDIT::
I just really feel hurt. I don't like hearing that being my friend isn't worth it for him. But that's kind of selfish. It probably hurts him to be my friend just as much as it hurts me.

I still need to call him and talk to him about it, tho.

So I open a .pdf file that I have to read for my Bio class tomorrow...

...and the first words out of my mouth are "Oh, look at you! I am so glad I can see you right now..."



...I downsized the image for niceness. That fucker took up my ENTIRE SCREEN.

::EDIT:: "OMFG TEH PIC R B|23AK|NG COLUMN WIDTH!!!!!11one"

There. Now die. You're all missing the point.

Good GOD, do smoothies ever rule.

*sighs*

I wish I could figure out what is wrong.

Why don't I feel like talking to my friends? Rose seems to be pretty upset at me, and I know I've been kinda neglecting her. I spent all last sem practically ignoring Tiny One and Biker, and even though I told SLAM I'd call this weekend, I never did.

It's not that I don't like them. I do. I want to talk to them. I want to hang out with them. I must just be an idiot.

And I feel like I'm being torn apart by all my internet friends. I feel like there's not enough of me.

I'm tired. Not sleepy. Tired.

And the semester's just beginning.

I feel like I've had hours and hours of intensely emotional sex.

*glows*

I want miso so bad it isn't even funny.

My body is rebelling against the campus diet. Craves fruit, tofu, sprouts, fish, and egg. Wants soups, sushi, and sandwiches, not heavy stuff. Is sick of pizza and chocolate. Prefers juice, tea, and water to soda.

I think the world is ending.

Friday!!

I can't do it

I tried very hard to give her a fair chance. But the more the night dragged on...

She's a nice person. She just says all the wrong things. And there are some things I NEVER want hear to say about the people I care about. I don't like hearing about potentially hurtful dishonesty. I don't like hearing her make light of important issues. And I especially don't like her trying to lead me into a conversation where the topic is none of her fucking business and her fault anyway.

::EDIT::
I'm really depressed. People are my only source of stress.

Evidently today is not one of those days where I'm supposed to be feeling quiet. Sorry, Rose. I'll get over it.

I'm just tired from the trip and I hate conversations without closure. I'm also really freaking happy to be back at uni. I'm quiet when I'm content.

Content, yet worried.

Heh.

*sips more loose-leaf darjeeling tea*

Chronicles of Caffy: Ohayocon and Hell

Wow. So I’m sitting in the Chicago O’Hare waiting to get on a flight. It’s not my flight. I was delayed in Columbus due to winds and stuff, so my connection left without me. I had to have a lot of fun with a rebooking agent, and now I’m on the flight with Spikey, Jazzy, Squeegee, Vass, and Red. ((But only after this: “I missed my connection to Seattle, so I’m a rebook. They told me to check in at this gate.” *type type type* “Ms. Williams, We’re not showing you on this flight to Baltimore.” “No, I’m on the next flight, to Seattle.” “Ms. Williams, Ms. Williams, Ms. Williams. It helps if you tell me that.” *mutters*“I did.” “How old are you?” Dry up and die. >.>))

Only they may not be on the flight with me. They’re back in Columbus, quite delayed, and they may not make it. So what could have been a lot of fun may just be yet another boring four-hour trip. I find it funny that everything is just barely missing being, you know, uncanny.

…

While I wait for them to come running, I’m going to highlight some of what I think were the more memorable parts of the con.

Getting Everyone There

I didn’t get searched when I went through security, so I just KNEW everything else had to go wrong. Buses breaking down, forumites ending up in different cities because of planes randomly being redirected…but we all did get there. My landing was so turbulent that several people threw up, and I felt like I was going to faint. The plane was trying to land in a crosswind, and it kept swaying sickeningly from side to side, and there was a moment there when I was sure the plane was going to land on one wheel and tip over and EXPLODE. But after that it was fine. BDM had a similar experience, I hear.

The Beds

I have never slept on a worse mattress. Like WHOA. And have you ever tried putting two restless sleepers in a full bed that doesn’t have a fitted sheet? I woke up after the first night and Baron had all the sheets, including the ones that belonged under us, and I had the comforter. Lather, rinse, and repeat for the next few nights. I was really tempted to just sleep on the floor, but it smelled like mildew and/or feet, soooo…

The beds also got a lot of abuse in our room because we usually had half the people attending in our room at one time. Serves me right, hooking up the PS2. Everyone congregates where Soul Caliber and the trippy rolly ball game are. So we were re-making them at least three times a day.

Pocky

There was no Pocky. There was no ramen. There was no food. I was ANGRY.

Fan-dubs

Last time I missed them because of a migraine, and I’ve spent these six months regretting not seeing Death and ReDeath. This time I was fine and was there, and the fucking DVD was screwed up. So I just made everyone watch Berserk and cursed bitterly at the Cosmos.

Karma

A few Laws of the Universe:

1) If one pokes, one gets hugged.

2) If one hugs, the other person sulks.

3) Kicking someone in the nose means one gets hit in the teeth with a baseball bat half a year later.

4) It is a bad idea to wake everyone in one’s room up at 10AM by leaping onto their beds and tickling and poking them, then telling them they get to be the first to shower because you don’t feel like moving. They may all go shower first, but if you decide you’d rather nap than get cleaned up when it’s finally your turn, they will get angry and you’ll be overpowered and dragged across the room and dropped unceremoniously on the cold bathroom tile.

5) Give a guy a giant mallet and he’ll smack you in the ass with it repeatedly.

6) The speed of the elevator is inversely proportional to how badly one needs to get somewhere.

7) A bucket of ice is never a good thing to put in a room near bedtime.

8) The more adamant one is about hating to be touched, the more people will be tempted to use one as furniture.

9) The larger the hotel, the less competent the staff that handles money.

10) Snow fucks shit up.

Disclaimer

I think most of the pics show me attacking, being attacked, or being buried under a pile of people. I’d like to point out that they only took pics WHEN this was happening. Evidently I’m not picture-worthy when I’m being a rational human being. I did not attack people the -entire- convention, and I am not a human katamari. >.> And I also am not a good pillow. Everyone who disputes this is a lying bastard.

Thanks

-Thanks to Thinman for being our only mode of transportation, giving me music, and liking mine.

-Thanks to Impy for the great tea set, the mallet, the opportunity to work in a sweatshop, and for getting us all there.

-Thanks to Jazzy for arranging everyone’s details and being a good travel coordinator.

-Thanks to Eri for turning out to be a really cool guy that got along with everyone in my room really well. He gets no love for not having a computer where he is going, tho.

-Thanks to everyone who took pics and plans on sending me copies. Hint.

-Thanks to everyone who donated money to get Thin, Impy, and Jazzy thank-you presents. And for the ones who actually got everyone together to do it. Brilliant.

- <3@backrubs!!!!!11one

::EDIT::
They made it on the plane, barely. Everyone from this region ended up waiting for their luggage together. It was a lot of fun. Con relocation to airport!!

*goes to bed*

The Beginnings.

Just a couple of instances to illustrate how my day began so you all can be prepared to deal with me come afternoon.

me: "I'm gonna go take a bath."
Fam: "Okay."
*an hour later*
Fam: "You didn't take a shower, did you?"
me: "NO."

This wouldn't be so bad if she hadn't been asking me this every time I appear with a wet head for the last week and a half DESPITE the fact that there is a HUGE sign on the shower door: "No showers until further notice!"

me: *sitting in breakfast room, listening to music and finishing packing."
Fam: *walks in, sits down, turns on tv*
me: *inspects iPod*
Fam: "WREN."
me: "What?"
Fam: *vicious finger stab at the TV* "I am TRYING to listen to the news."
me: "Okay." *turns back to iPod*
Fam: "No, music. Turn it off." *glare*
me: *pissily mutes music* "How about you ask me nicely since I was in here minding my own business BEFORE you sat your ass down on the couch and turned on CNN?"

Before the offending song was even over she had already wandered off. There are five TVs in the house and one me. And yet I get in the way. *rolls eyes*

I'm ready to leave this damn house, and I'm sure all you poor bastards are sick of hearing me whine about them.

I'm also suffering from pre-airport stress. Flying doesn't stress me out. Getting to my gate, however, stresses me out to no end. If it weren't for my bad luck with security I'd be golden the whole day. But right now my stomach is really sick and I only want water.

Oh, and evidently when I ask Fam to take me to the airport two hours in advance I OBVIOUSLY mean an hour and a half in advance. I hate you. I should give you my blog addy so you know what I think of you. Traveling to the airport in Tacoma is so much better because I don't have to deal with YOU.
....

Well, I don't know if the hotel has wireless internet. If yes, I'll be blogging every night, but I probably won't be on to talk much. If not, I'll be blogging anyway and posting backdated entries once I have a way to get back on the web.

See you all around, yo.

The Last Will and Testament of Wrenus Cristus. (smite on the line -----.)

Well, since I can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen at the convention, I have decided to write my will.

I don't want to be buried. Burn me and scatter me someplace that can use the nutrition. And then go out for ice cream. And then plant a tree and name it after me.

Alright, all you materialistic bastards, here you go:
Rose: You still get nothing but the last two Eva DVDs. Not the movies. The shows. And you will LIKE it.

Kashi: You get to pay for my funeral. After all, it's your duty.

Baron: You get all my cooking utensils and cookbooks. Yes, I know this means you'll be joining me shortly in the afterlife. That's the whole point.

Sarah: I leave you Pride and Prejudice, Pirates, cookie dough, and Goat Man. Sleep well.

Tiny One: You can have my family. No, really. I leave you all my pictures and my sketches of your comic character.

Batman: I'm entrusting you with my plants and all 21GB of my music.

Rupe: You can have all my anime and any lesbians I may have lying around.

Biker: Take my scarf. XD And all the movies I have that you don't already own.

Attabug: Take all my AMVs, including the one I have done and have never shown anyone, and the one you liked but I never finished.

Jazzy: You get my extensive tea collection. And a boot to the head.

Wolfie: I'll give you the ideas for the company and all the chapters I never wrote. Heh. Don't you hate it when authors die just when it's getting good? Oh, and take my knives, too. They'll need a good home.

Gio: Take my TV. I know you don't read this, but someone will tell you. You use it more than I do, anyway.

Daryl: Take my hair dye and do it RIGHT. Be a MAN, damnit. Red != strawberry blonde.

Eri: You get all my Prince albums because I am a spiteful bitch.

Matt: I leave you my roomie and a fanged vagina. Don't ask where I got it. Please. It's in the
box under the bed in the guest bedroom.

Grey: No phone call for you.

All my furniture I leave to Bob the Cat, who uses it more than I do, anyway.


It was nice knowing all of you. <3 Thanks for being people.

::EDIT AFTER READING COMMENT::
BDM: You get the Biggest Materialistic Bastard I Know award. There, now you're on the list. Whore. <3

So much to get done today. like whoa.

::1st EDIT::
I am dreading tomorrow like NOTHING ELSE.

::2nd EDIT::
My family needs to figure it out. The towels are either going to be soft OR they are going to be able to dry you off. Fam uses four sheets of fabric softener per load of towels. You're supposed to use one every other load. So drying off with the towels in this house is like drying off with a moist towelette. It just smears the water around.

*grumbles and goes off to get dressed*

::3rd EDIT::
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Finishing some stuff up and packing."
"Packing, why?"
"I leave tomorrow."
"You leave tomorrow?"

As always, my family is on top of things.

::4th EDIT::
I have everything! I used a few gift cards and bought a couple shirts to ruinify by putting pretty pictures on. WHEE!

::5th EDIT::
BDM is such a sweetie. He changed his flight so I wouldn't have to be alone in the airport for four hours.

So my grandmother-in-law called today and told me to "just stop by before I go to work" and get my presents. I don't want the fucking presents. I just wanted to get lunch.

::EDIT::
Tiny One is busy now, too. There's no food in the house. So it looks like I'll be eating lunch alone.

It's a good thing I decided not to wake up early after all. There would have been no point. My day is now completely clear of any plans except for work.

::EDIT AFTER WORK::
I hit a rabbit on the way home. I have never killed an animal before.

Feeling the sickening bump as its little life was snuffed out by my tire was a fitting end to a second crappy day.

I've always been able to break in time. I'll stop the car, hold up traffic, and take turtles off the road when I see them. I saw this bunny out of the corner of my eye and hit the breaks, but it was too close. He ran out in front when he was five feet away from me.

I don't want to be in this body right now. And I don't want that bunny to be dead.

::EDIT WAY TOO LATE::
*crawls off to bed* So much for waking up early tomorrow. I'll be lucky if I'm up by noon.

I give up on this day.

I don't know which is worst:

1) Being told my grandmother-in-law was going to call me to set a time to get lunch and catch up, then waiting all night for it before realizing at 10:30 that it wasn't going to happen because she'd forgotten.

2) Being told I'm making someone's life worse by talking to them.

3) Everyone else being short to me because they're busy.

4) The structure of sentence one.

*rests head in arms* I don't feel like moving.

well!

As odd as it sounds, I did most of my packing to go to the con/home tonight. My family wants my room clean, so to get it clean, I had to pack. Plus, it'll be the only time I get the chance between now and then. I still have a evil plot to finish, and that will take more time than I had expected. For those of you who know, keep mum, or I'll have yer tongues out.

I think I'm finally ready mentally to be around so many people. I'm hoping that this time I'll be able to avoid my stress migraine thingy. I think I'll come prepared with meds this time so I can try to cut it off before/if it flares up.

Today I got new pants, bought two books to keep me busy on the flights, synced my iPod, and then temporarily broke it for the second time this week. Don't ask. I play rough with my toys. I also made sure Hil's check cleared, that I had my dorm keys, and that I have people's presents mostly ready. The sucky thing about traveling is that I can't really wrap everything all pretty. I hope they understand. If they don't, they'll like their presents anyway.

Note to self: Buy hair ties and a lemon tomorrow. The two are not related.

I'm still alive...

...and I blame wolfie.

Damn you. Why won't you let me die?

*giggles*

A lot of my classmates lost their families and their homes during the tsunamis. We got a mailing about it today. I'm really upset and worried about them.

I'm asking my family if they will donate to the relief fund. It's not like they have anything better to do with their money. My uncle goes out and buys a 3K laptop so he can play EQ2. I think he can find something constructive to do with his paycheck.