I am sick of this bullshit. Either you want me to be honest, or you don't. There is no fucking middle ground.

quirkified!

Well, the bed is made, the trash is out, the boxes are broken down, the floor is swept, the desk is clean, so is my laptop, the laundry is folded, folders on my comp are organized, so are the ones under my bed in the crate, the recycling is taken out, and the bookshelf and entertainment center are dusted.

I'm saving my zen garden and fountain for tomorrow. Maybe I'll mop.

My roommmate told me today she benifits from my stress. It's true; when I'm upset, I clean maniacally.

<3 @ Daryl.

I just spent six hours in the ER with a friend of mine.

*collapses into bed*

::EDIT WHILE IN BED::
Well, Sarah is eating before we form Nap Room, so I'll go into more detail.

Daryl is a diabetic, and he also has some sort of protein defect, so his blood clots and he has to go on thinners. Well, for the past few days his chest has been bothering him, and that's usually a sign that something is wrong. His doctors are closed on the weekends, and last night he was in really bad shape. Sarah and I were really worried about him. He was acting kind of funky and it was obvious he was in pain. So we told him that if he still felt bad in the morning we'd take him to the hospital. (His mother agreed.)

So he woke us up at 9:30 and we got ready, grabbed some homework, and went. We were kind of worried, because once the nurse interviewed him they took him straight back and started running tests and taking blood. They also put him on a pretty massive pain killer.

Well, five hours later they let him go. His blood was thickening, but he caught it early enough so that there was no clotting. He's on Vicoden now, and they're going to tweak his thinner dose.

*sighs* He makes me feel bad for whining about being always sick. At least I don't have a chronic, lifelong disease. He's diabetic and has this blood disorder, but he looks insanely healthy, and he's a mid-distance swimmer. Bah. I fail.

Highlight of the trip? Well, I got most of my homework done, and Vampire Baby was interesting. It's a long story, but nappytime calls.

Tired=EVIL

So this morning I am tired as all hell (still am) and feeling slightly sadistic. I look at the clock and notice that it's 9:30 AM.

Suddenly I get this great idea to harrass Rupe. See, he was all happy last night while I was bitterly staying awake and doing homework about his four-day weekend. =_= baaaad time to tell me.

So I gave him an 8:30 AM wake-up call.
Rupe: uhh....hello?
Me: Good morning! Did I wake you up?
Rupe: Uhm, just a little.
Me: Damnit! I wanted to wake you up a lot.
Rupe: ...
Me: class time! Bye!
Rupe: ...


It was so satisfying. But I wish I had thought of it earlier.

::EDIT BEFORE NAP:: This is what happens when the Wren is deprived of sleep:
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THANK YOU.

I finally got all my money back from that fucker in Madrid. The account is now closed, and the recovered funds are safely in my saving account for use at Ohayocon. *squee*

Oh, and one note about my dorm's oddities. We have a weekly flier called "The Potty Press" that gets put up in the bathroom stalls at eye level. This week it's full of optical illusions, so Jesus is staring at me whilst I pee. It's a bit disconcerting.

::EDIT::
One thing that bothers me: people who like to constantly state their religion. And I mean state as in bring it up more than is necessary. Whatever you believe is fine with me, as long as you don't purposefully use it as a method to cause tension or put me down.

"Oh, I don't believe in that. [I'm a ______.]"
"[Because I'm a ______,] I believe everyone is _______." It's information that is easily left implied. A simple statement of belief will gain more respect from me than just spewing denominational names. It shows me that you understand your doctrine, not that you simply hide behind it and use it to call attention to yourself.

It's kind of offensive to have this stuff constantly thrown in my face. It makes me wonder too much about whether or not what I say will upset the person, etc. For example, today one of my friends was in a bad mood, so I grabbed his hand and wrote "=) Karma!" (Good Karma) on it. You know, to give him a jump-start on not being a suckass. Well, he looks at it, chuckles condescendingly, and says to me in this snotty little voice. "I don't believe in Karma, Wren. Not everyone has the same beliefs, remember?"

What, You can say "bless you" when I sneeze, but I can't wish you good Karma?

....

Here's my belief.

FUCK.

YOU.

I wanted to wipe it off his hand mommy-spit style. Just BLLEAAAAAAGH- there's your Karma, you ASS.

*chuckles* I don't even think he knows it annoyed me. I'm good at hiding it. Maybe I should work on that. Or just stop being annoyed in general.

Everyone is broken, and a mountain is exploding on me.

*sighs and goes to bed*

So, it has come to the point in Chem where I either spend three hours a day typing up my notes, doing homework problems, and taking notes from the book to supplement, or just focus on lab work and call my class grade a lost cause.

It's just that hearing phrases like "molecular geometry" is so damn DAUNTING.

*sighs and goes off to set up her lab notebeook for today's VSEPR lab

I just memorized thirty katakana

*clutches head* allow me to share my pain with you.

a - i - u- e- o= ア　イ　ウ　エ　オ

ka- ki-ku-ke-ko= カ　キ　ク　ケ　コ

sa-shi-su- se-so= サ　シ　ス　セ　�
ta-chi-tsu-te-to= タ　チ　ツ　テ　ト

na- ni-nu-ne-no= ナ　ニ　ヌ　ネ　ノ

ha- hi- fu-he-ho= ハ　ヒ　フ　ヘ　ホ

these are all different characters:ナ、オ、ホ、フ、ク、ケ、ヌ、タ、ネ、シ、ツ、ソ、ノ、ヒ、セ、イ、チ

Tomorrow I will remember NAAAASHHHIIING!

::EDIT AM::
....miiIiiiigraaiine...

Looking Ahead, or something. Maybe feeling dead...

mmm. So I am definitely moving up here for good as soon as I can.

I buckled down and finished it. Time to sleep and be all content and happy.

*tears at hair*

I'm a mere two pages or less away from completion. Why can I not FINISH THE STORY?

*coughs and starts laughing* Never mind.

"He secretly wants to be a black mamba"

Drunk People

Wren: have you been hearing the randomly screaming girl? who is either dying or having sudden orgasms in the parking lot while walking down the steps?
Michelle: no o_o
Wren: GOOD!

My own country, indeed.

Why do people make me feel so alone?

Language fails me on a daily basis. It's such a lonely way to communicate.

Stickin' it to the Admins

hehehe. Evidently UPS has never heard of myTunes.

I have four more gigs of music on my HD now. Ooops. >.>

Dido Rocks My World

Two weeks away it feels like the whole world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time
I don't have time
[Chorus:]
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but
I wanna see you again
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can watch sunset and take my time,
Take all our time
[Chorus]
I wanna see you again
Two weeks away, all it takes to change and turn me around I've
fallen
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you again
[Chorus x2]
I wanna see you again
I wanna see you again

"The Taco"

So last night I decided to try a UPS taco from our mexican place. I've eaten from the deli, both pizza places, the italian, pacific rim, the grille, and the "full fare" (no clue) sections, so I thought...eh. Chicken taco.

So I got two. Only they were really big. And since they wrap them in butcher paper, I took the uneaten one back to our room and put it in the fridge.

A few hours later I open the fridge to get my iced tea, and am met with this waft of TACO. Like, bad fart taco. And I was thinking..."did I actually EAT that?" Within seconds the whole room just REEKED. It was terrible.

We opened the fridge once more last night when Kei was over, and I tried to convince my roommate to let me throw it away, but she was all "NO. I'll eat it, ok?" And I responded: "If our room smells this bad now, what it it going to be like when you MICROWAVE that thing?"

...

So today. Sarah comes back from classes and opens the fridge to get her water. I'm playing Tetris and I have to hit pause because the smell is so bad that my eyes are watering and I feel ill. I joke that her water might taste like taco. She takes a sip, swallows it, and gives her bottle this LOOK. "EWWWWWWWWW!"

Yeah. The smell was *THAT* strong. Eau de flavoring. She left the room to washher nalgene out a few times, and I sat there, breathing the stench.

She walks back in and gags, then proceeds to grab her Febreeze and spray it randomly around the room. We were too afraid to open the fridge to get at the taco.

Then we tried popping some Kettle Corn. Didn't really help the smell. I knew that I couldn't throw it away in the big trash can in the hall, because that would just make the ENTIRE DORM smell like taco.

So I told Sarah to hold her breath, flung the fridge open, and hurled it out our open window.

We're leaving to get baking soda tomorrow.

I told Kei later that the taco flew. We decided that the "Tacoma Aroma", usually attributed to the local paper mill, is actually caused by hundreds of grossed out freshman girls flinging cold college cafeteria tacos out windows.

Baron, this hurt my tummy

Baron: actually, forget it.
Baron: that train of thought was STUPID.
Wren: no
Baron: like here's me being stupid. O_O BLAH.
Baron: here's you being you: =_= whatchu gonna do, dumbass.
Baron: O_O I like pies!
Baron: you- =_= *stabs*
Wren: WHAT. THE FUCK. ARE YOU TYPING AT M- yes.

Ground state

cross-reference.

That is all.

I need a hug.

I'm not doing well today. And I have writer's block. I have managed to write half a page in two hours.

Ugh. Is it really Monday?

Plato and Brand New

Realized something in my Utpoia/Dystopia class today. The band Brand New has obviously read Plato.

See, on page 134 of the Republic Plato likens the citizens of his ideal city to a herd of animals, like sheep. He says they should be controlled, protected, milked for resources, and bred.

He also likens the whole city to one body. In other words, everyone works together at the will of the HEAD.

Now watch sic transit gloria. (No, it's cool. Really.)

Eh? Eh?

*laughs hysterically*

I got to see my Biology teacher do "the phospholipid dance" today.

*starts crying*

YE GODS!!

Ian, is that you buddy?




Jasper's right. That's almost scary.

Photos from my dorm

Sarah finds it impossible to hang up posters. Before we put on Donnie Darko, she decided to hang the POTC poster we bought today. This is what happened:


The poster was insanely crooked on the wall, and also not fully unrolled. She was laughing too hard to fix it, tho.

After Donnie Darko was over I noticed it was no longer there. Her response to my query? "I decided it would be best if I uh...did it tomorrow morning."

And this is why Wren should not get lazy and empy a cup of tea out her window...Yes, that is someone's basement window.


::EDIT NEXT MORNING::

Never send a woman to do a man's job.

2:30AM is not an excuse for this

Jasper: Meh. Guns are sexy.
Wren: yeah, they are...but I prefer knives.
Jasper: And I prefer cardboard...Cardboard wins.And I have a reason, too.
Wren: oh?
Jasper: *nods* What happens when you cut a cardboard tube in half? (Which, obviously, you can't do to a knife)
Wren: ugh. fine.
Jasper: ^_^ you know I'm obsessed with dual-wielding...
Wren: one phallic object just isn't enough, eh?
Jasper: One's more than enough. The others are just icing on the cake.
Wren: mmm, iced phallus.
Wren: >.> It's late.
Jasper: >.<>.>
Wren: ......=_=;
Wren: been around a lot of those recently, eh?
Jasper: no, not really. Though I've never been around /any/ iced ones...
Wren: you haven't lived....
Jasper: *imagines some sort of coffee drink...*
Jasper: >.<

BWAHAHA!

FINALLY fixed my column formatting problem. Now I have enough room to post decently-sized pics. I shall redo and repost the gun pics now. I wanted to put more up, anyway.

Is this the way family members are supposed to communicate?

When I read this, I asked her if she knew "mandatory" and "not optional" meant the same thing.

She was not amused.

A Taste of Humanities 122

*sits down with some ramen and bad anime music* aaa, Friday. Let me tell you a story, my child.

Once upon a time the staff at the University of Puget Sound thought it would be a simply FANTASTIC idea to enroll me in the class of Professor William Breitenbach.

This man assigns us papers weekly, and writes things like this on the requirements sheets:
Words like 'explanations' and 'speculation' are vampire nouns. They are not really nouns; they are verbs that arise at midnight and and take on the appearance of nouns. And when thy strike, they suck the life out of the sentence's verb, leaving behind a pale and bloodless corpse. AVOID VAMPIRE NOUNS! PUT SOME BLOOD IN YOUR VERBS!!

When he says the word "oedipal", I without fail hear "edible". And every time he says the phrase "the dark side"...which is surprisingly often, he widens his eyes and flails his hands around his ears. Which is amusing, since he looks like this.

-_-;;

There's a sign over the third floor (my floor) girls' bathroom door that says "closed for repairs". One of the toilets yesterday decided to perpetually flush.

On the second floor there's a sign that says "Bathroom closed from 8AM-6PM. Please use bathroom upstairs."

The first floor bathroom is closed for cleaning for the next hour.

...Basement it is.

::EDIT DURING PAPER-WRITING::
I was telling Baron that one of the chemistry teachers here looks like Merlin, so I did a site search to get a pic. Oddly enough, this is what came up.

Two more points to prove that I'm a loser

In IRC. As usual, being dumb:


* Caff|FinalizingNotes is now known as Caff|BetaDecay
wolfie: Beta Decay?
* Caff|BetaDecay converts a neutron to a proton and spits out an electron
kyhm-sama: Caff is an aspiring nuclear physicist, mebbe?
Caff|BetaDecay: O.o too much chem h/w.....my brain is dying...
* Caff|BetaDecay is now a more stable nuclide.
ptlis: I assume you're referring to beta radiation?
ptlis: Ah, yes.
ptlis: Caff wins for nerdiness.
* Caff|BetaDecay is now known as Caff|Nitrogen-14
Caff|Nitrogen-14: mmmm, stability.
Caff|Nitrogen-14: look, it's not my fault I have to take bio AND chem this semester
Thinny: Bah.
kyhm-sama: bio. yech ^_^
* Caff|Nitrogen-14 is a bio major, thank you.
kyhm-sama: ... bio. poor Caff. ^_^


And then, for some slapstick comedy...

I'm sitting in my desk chair, which rocks, when my RA comes in with some postcards and says "your door is scary." (I have a me+gun pic up there.) I leaned back in the chair and start talking. "No, it's just me with a gun. See, I was afraid of guns-uh, uuuuh!-"

The chair keeps going and I tip backwards, but I manage to stay sitting up and shift my legs, so I end up on the floor, sitting upright on the backrest of the chair with my legs over the armrest, totally unhurt, and still talking. "-when I went up there, so it got me over the fear."

My RA stares at me in confused shock. "Are you ok?"

I reply "Yeah, I knew that was going to happen someday." I look over my shoulder at my roommate, who is laughing hysterically.

My RA will never forget me.

Why college is pissing me off

In Biology we're studying Chemistry. In Chemistry we're studying Astronomy and Physics. In my Humanities class we're studying Biology. WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE???

And, the obligatory convo quote, since I've recently gone without.
Wren: *laughs* I had chem lab today.
Rupe: how was that?
Wren: I made test tubes foam and explode for three hours, then went off to work on my communal sex paper.How do you THINK?
Wren: *giggles* and test tubes are sexy.
Rupe: *laughs*
Wren: yeah, I'm a science major.

The Many Travels of Pirate Wren, (alias Sailor Winky). ARRRRR!- 9/3/04

I am so proud of myself! This is the first time I have ever traveled 100% alone and unaided. I made my own plane reservations, my own arrangements to get to the airport, etc. I had to answer to no one to get me out here. True, if the family found out what I was up to they’d die- only after killing me, of course- but they really have no say. I did this with my own money. I have no reason to tell them.

Where am I going? I know many of you forum people have been wondering, and by now I’m sure you know. I’m up in Alaska visiting Rupe and learning how to shoot all his guns. And, evidently, how to clean them.

Well, that’s where I’ll be in a little under five hours, anyway. Right now I’m sitting at gate C9 in the Sea-Tac airport, listening to the people at gate C11 whine about plane inspections. They noticed a “wrinkle” in the plane, damnit. Do you really WANT to get on it before they check it out?

….My plane had better not land with a “wrinkle”. What the hell is that supposed to mean, anyway? What can “wrinkle”, and why is it only taking them 30 minutes to inspect?

*wonders why the fuck she chose Alaska Air* Oh well, at least check-in took me less than three minutes. Yay for e-tickets. ワイ！

Agh, I’m doing the rambling airport blog thing. Sorry, you whiney people.


9/6/04
Well, I’m back in the airport. I know I posted some pics from shooting, but I didn’t really have time to talk about stuff.

Ye gods, I am tired. I have to stay awake on the plane to get all my homework done, tho. So…I hit up a Starbucks on the way to the gate.

Rupe is really cool. He has a good sense of humor and was nice enough to laugh at my really bad lesbian jokes/angsty internal monologues when we were watching Noir.

The shooting on Saturday was…kinda scary at first. A lot of the guns people were using around us were really fucking loud, and some of Rupe’s more…er…powerful guns attacked me with air when they got fired. You know that feeling when a bass drum is hit really hard when it’s close by you? Yeah. Imagine a gun doing that. It almost hurt.

Hehehe. But then I slowly got over it. I have a lot of bruising on my shoulder from shooting, but we all know I don’t consider something fully completed or utterly fun unless it leaves some sort of mark on my body, soo…yeah.

His Calico is really cute. But my favorite is Jordan, his new gun, which I yelled at him a lot for buying. But no more. ^_^

I’m not planning on buying a gun or anything, but it was fun, and who knows, I might wanna do it again sometime. And yes, all you evil people, Rupe is alive, unstabbed, and as far as I can tell, still mentally sound. So shut up. It is possible to survive the trainwreck that is me with weaponry.

Maybe it’s because I was mostly uncaffeinated. Who knows. I’d like to give myself the benefit of the doubt, tho.

Hmmm, who knew?

But I still like knives better. Really. RAAA.







[These are pics of me with guns that have since been deleted from the internet.]

*cries really hard*

I'm such a fucking moron.

Radio Free Zerg

PHOTO RUSH!!!
This is what happens when I get bored and discover that playing with light is fun.

RAAAAAAAA!


I'd make a good boy.


I defy gravity.


That is the light of my awesomeness. How faint.


Trying to do something with light metals and a laptop screen. I like my earring.



Not all of these were taken at once. I get bored a lot. And I'm tired enough to be willing to humiliate myself right now. [These photos are no longer hosted. This is why I now have a server.]

Procrastination.

A letter to Dove that Sarah (roomie), Daryl (Alaskan), and I thought up, since they offer to replace your product if you are not fully satisfied.

To Whom It May Concern:
My milk chocolate Dove bar, UPC code #4767700118, failed to give me an instant orgasm upon consumption. I was wondering it it would be possible to replace it with a bar that might more fully satisfy me?

Thank you.

My roommate offered to call the hotline and tell say that Ben and Jerry's satisfied her every time, so why couldn't Dove?

Speaking of Sarah, here's a pic:


And finally, a sad moment in my life- Here's the joke I made in Bio class today. Note that only the Bio majors laughed:
"My white blood cells form covalent blonds with bacteria."

At least we all know why I'm sick, now. *giggles. A lot.*

Hmmmmm.

I am quickly getting used to college. When I came up here on the campus visit I felt out of place and on display in the cafeteria. Now all the masses of people don't faze me. And I kind of don't mind all the homework. It's different because it's voluntary. I get to come to class prepared. Yeah, so I'm not too happy about the rough draft due Friday, but...

And Japanese is easy. I know all the ひらがな, of course, so the しゅくだい　is really easy. I can get it done in five minutes. My writing skills are a bit rusty, tho. And by a bit I mean very. As is my reading. But that's what I work on in class while they're learning pronunciation. Ludden-せんせい is a very good teacher. She's Japanese, and speaks English perfectly, just with a mild accent. And she's funny. That might be the painkillers from her kidney surgery, tho.

The schedule is nice, too. But homework kills a lot of my time. Maybe it will get easier as I learn to time manage, tho. It has, after all, only been two days.

Ugh. My grandpa called. I suppose I should get in touch with him. Someday. Even if he is a self-righteous bastard.

Off to breakfast with ブローヂくん。　(Gio.)

Oh, before I go: Last night I was helping Daryl set up his bed thingy. He lofted it, put the desk under it, and closed it off with a red suede blanket thingy. While we were putting up the blanket thingy the bed started to collapse, and my roommate and I started screaming. Parker walks by and goes "Hey dude, are there GIRLS in your room?" just in time to see us dive out from under the bed. We fixed it, but we broke it again, just in time for Tom to run by and actually help us hold up the matress.

I think Daryl enjoyed it all immensely.

Dorm Antics

May I present to you, boys and girls....THE DETERGENT SLIDE!

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A Familial Correspondance

So I wrote an e-mail to the family telling them about my classes.

Fam-

Thought you might want to know my school schedule, so here it is:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday:
9-9:50- Chemistry 110 (Not Wed)
10-10:50- Japanese 101
11-11:50- Utopia/Dystopia
12:12-50- Biology 111

Tuesday:
9-9:50 Chemistry 110
10:10:50- Japanese 101
1-3:50- Chem 110 Lab

Thursday:
9-9:50-Chem 110
1-3:50- Bio 111 Lab

It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Having Chem AND Bio will suck, cuz it's a heavy work load, but it will be worth it. Second semester I take Calc A. Miranda, a girl from across the hall who I like a lot, has already offered to help me.

Also, we saw a hypnotist last night. It was fantastic.

This is the answer I received:

Your schedule sound heavy on one day. But, how nice to have Friday off!

Thanks for letting us hear from you. Did you get hypnotized? Sounds like fun. I have seen a hypnotized show once, it was fun.

I am going to transfer the book money to your account today. I will transfer more funds on the first.

I am going to attempt to send you some pics of the house renovation progress. We will see if I get it done right.

Glad you are having fun. Love you, Fam

I don't even know where to BEGIN.

A Convo Worth Remembering

Some context: I was sitting at my desk typing something up when Laura walks by to write on my door. She notices my comic books and says the following just as Robert walks by. Keep in mind that Roger can't see into my room.

Laura: *yells* You have ZITS!
Me: *laughs* Yeah, I have a LOT of Zits."

*We both turn to Robert, who is staring at Laura and my face, trying to understand*

Robert: "You're SO MEAN, Laura!" *more looking confusedly at my face*
Me and Laura: *laughing hysterically*
*Robert walks off*


We explained it to him later.

Hysterical Laughter

" My friend's dad loves to torture his children mentally. One day he was driving with my friend (his son) in a convertible, and a car overtakes them. As they go by, some girls in the car wave at my friend.

Dad: "Who are they?"
Son: "Oh, just some girls from my high school."
Dad: "Oh okay...."

As they pull up to the lights, both of them see that they're going to be stopping right alongside the car with the girls in it.

Does Mad Dad honk the horn and wave back at the girls?

No.

Does he make catcalls and whistles?

No.

Does he take a clown mask out from under his seat, put it on, insert a tape of fucking merry-go-round music into the stereo and turn it all the way up?

"

I love SA.

Where I Disappeared To

For all of you who wonder where the hell I ran off to around 9, I'll enlighten. Miranda popped into my room and asked me if I was going to see the movie. It was Revenge of the Nerds, it was free, and she was leaving AT THAT MOMENT, so I kinda had to zip. Sorry.

Someone drew Salad Fingers on my door. Bad Gio!

Some girl who I think is named Vanessa asked me if I wanted to go to look/get pierced tomorrow. I'll prolly just buy new gauged earrings for my firsts. I have a feeling people would kill me if I actually got my tongue done.

I choose classes tomorrow. I think my schedule will end up like this:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday:
1000-1050- Japanese 101 (Advising Class)
1100-1150-Utopia/Dystopia (required Freshie seminar crap)
1200-1250 Biology 111 (I'm a Bio major)
1300-1350- Japanese Religion (233a) -fulfills a core, rocks my world

Tuesday:
1000-1050- Japanese 101 (Advising Class)

Thursday:
1300-1550- Biology Lab

If I can't get into Bio I'll take Chem instead, which would get my ass up at 9 am. I'd also have the lab on Tues. so I'd have no classes at all on Thursday. If I can't get into Japanese Religion I'll be taking a class on Greek and Roman Epic poetry that sounds like it might kick my ass but be well worth it.

1st Homework of the Year

It's not really official homework since I don't have any classes yet, but it's for orientation. And I'm feeling sadistic enough to bless you all with it. At least the part I have done.

This essay was assigned for us to read and sumamrize into two paragraphs. It was actually decently interesting. (There are a couple of typos, which bothers me, since it's on a University web site. Mt. Holyoke doesn't seem like the kind of school to ALLOW typos.)

Here is my summary.

Modern English language is empty of meaning. Writers use too many words and stock phrases that don't evoke any clear image or meaning at all. To sound intelligent sentences get strung out and unneeded words get added in. People no longer put thought into the meaning of the words they choose, so meanings can become twisted and misenterpreted. This lack of depth in language makes it harder for people to think clearly and for themselves.

This is useful in politics. Politicians rely on this ability to say much and mean nothing. So it follows that if one cleans up and refocuses the language that it will have an effect on the whole system. To clean up the language most foreign and latin or greek-based words, tired or misused metaphors, and other stock phrases need to be removed. This will make it easier to choose shorter and more specific ways to say what is intended, with words that actually have a clear tone and meaning. If all of this is done speakers will better understand what they and the people around them are saying and will be more capable of thinking for themselves. This will improve American politics as an effect.

Not well-written, but it's just supposed to be a rough draft. Next I have to read an essay on DNA and decide on two places that should be expanded. Then I get to compare the styles.

And, of course, look up various translations of archaic French poetry. I'll spare you all this grief.

And...I'll spare me too. *goes to bed* BAH!!

::BLEARY-EYED EDIT::
Right, little did I know they meant the ORIGINAL paper on the first correct model of DNA. Ugh. I hate reading technical jargon.

That damn thing was written to and for the informed. How the hell should I know what needs to be "expanded?"

Fuck you, college. And your little dog, too.

mmmm, steak

So, the George Foreman grill is a big hit. I've been told I need to start charging people to use it.

*sniffs* Gods, the dorm smells FANTASTIC.

This is very amusing.

More Chronicles of Wrennie

7:10 am- I wake up to the sound of Rob Zombie's 'Dragula' seeping in through my window from a dorm across the green. Someone goes running down the hall.

7:35 am- My roommate and I figure out neither of our alarm clocks were set properly.

7:55 am- I am out of the shower and done getting the black dye from my sheets and towels off of me. Thanks, family, for washing them before shipping them. There is ONE dryer on my floor. XP

8:15 am- Where the FUCK is the milk for my cereal?

8:20- No, really.

8:23- oh.

9- TESTING!! AGH!!

10:30-Flee back to dorm room and ask RA what the hell is wrong with our door. Steal my roommate's Expo marker and write "EVIL DOOR!! XP!!" on the whiteboard. Get online, check e-mail, then steal Expo marker again and write "Wren is bored! Come save her!" on white board.

::SECOND EDIT::
11:30- Growl about the fact that no one did and head off to first advising class.
11:40- "Oh, I needed a pencil?"

12:30- Round up a bunch of near-strangers from 3rd floor and head for lunch. Talk about knives, guns, Uma Thurman, small Alaskan towns, and people who hate Alias.

2pm- Head off to second advising class.
2:10pm- "Uh, can I borrow a writing utensil, Kei?"
2:30pm- The purple crayon you've been writing with is now DEAD.

3 pm- Show the guy in room 318 the layout of your room. A flash from the forum is up. Watch that, the end of the world, and ddautta. Go check out his room, get shown pics of Japanese schoolgirls. Comment on his kilt and spiked, studded boots. Tell him if you did that to the toes of your boots, people's knees and crotches would never be the same.

4pm- loan the guy to your left your microwave, laugh when he asks to buy the george foreman grill that was inside it. Find out he has the same laptop as you do. Rejoice and attempt to remember what his name is.

::THIRD EDIT::
5pm- head to farewell dinner with the family. Fam chooses an Italian place. On way down realize you forgot room key and have to go all the way back up.

5:30pm- the following conversation ensues:
Me: "Fam, do you know anything about my 'student account'? Like what sorts of things get credited to it?"
Fam: "No, I have no idea."
Me: "That's nice, cuz I think you get to pay for it when it happens."
Fam: "What is it?"
Me: "I don't know, I was asking you."
Fam: "Well, I don't know. What gets credited?"
Me: "Fam. I don't know! I was asking you for information."
Fam: "Well, I've never even heard of it."
Me: "You're only doing slightly worse than me, then."
Fam: "So what do you know about it? What gets credited, when?"
Me: "I don't know."
Fam: "'Student Account'... ...What do you mean by that? Your bank account?"
Me: "No."
Fam: "So what is your student account?

...lather, rinse, repeat for two minutes...

Me: *starts getting exasperated* "I asked you to see if you know. I know nothing! I have no information!"
Fam: "So why did you bring it up? I don't know anything either."
Me: "We've established that."
Unc: "Wren, there is no reason to be getting angry. You were the one who brought it up and now you're getting mad when we ask you questions. That's ridiculous."
Me: *tears at pizza and stares out window*

6pm- Proof that I frequently get listened to:
unc: "So what are you doing tonight?"
me: "Floor meeting, dance."
...three minutes later...
unc: "So what are you doing tonight?"
me: *stare*
fam: "Unc, you already asked her that. Listen!"

...ironically, the next thing that happens:

fam: "So is there an all-guys dorm?"
me: "No, just an all-girls."
fam: "That seems a bit odd. You'd think that some people would prefer non-coed."
me: "Well, there's not enough room. And also, most dorms are co-ed by floor, not by room like mine."
fam: "Hmmm, but a lot of the dorms are co-ed by floor, aren't they. So I guess it's okay."
me: *bland stare*

7pm- Sit in the corner during a floor meeting and chuck starburst and reese's at the kid in room 230-something because he is aiming at a kid from my Japanese class and missing. A lot.

8:30- Put on jean skirt with slit to show off red knee-high boots. Wash face, cuz air is nasty and sticky cuz windows are all shut cuz *gasp* it's raining!

9:15- Go to dance thing. Get accosted by guy I talked to at family BBQ yesterday and asked to a concert thingy. Meet his, er, typically male roommates. Make fun of the music and talk about moshing and reggae. Attempt to find the free Papa John's Pizza.

9:40- RUN!!

10PM- update blog.

Chronicles of Wrennie- Escape from Hood Canal

Well, last night the family and I got into a huge argument about what time to show up at orientation. I knew it started at 8, and I wanted to show up early to beat the lines, move in while it was cool, etc. After a horribly insulting exchange in which they basically told me I obviously had no clue what I was talking about and had no idea how to read a schedule, Unc said this little gem: "Wren, give me all your info and paperwork. I'm sending you to this damn college, and I have more right to it than you do." ...

...cuz he really needs to know when the date rape seminar is.

Anyway. So they wanted to leave at 7:30 to get there at 9. I wanted to leave at 6:30 to get there at 8. Of course we decided to compromise and leave at 7:30. Right. I am quoting. They said "compromise."

So, of course we left at 8. And stopped to get coffee on the way. And then Necromongers attacked our rental Mercedes and told me they could ease my pain.

Family was also 15 minutes late for my convocation ceremony.

But meh. On to the good stuff. My roommate is cool, our room is nice, and my fountain is all set up. Also, it's only gonna cost $15 to fix my PS2. And the internet finally started working.

Taking a Week off...

Off at orientation for the next ten days. I may not be around much until Sunday. Who knows. I'll get on when I can!

UGH!

My biggest pet peeve? People who get mad at me and tell other people, but not me. So I have no clue what I'm doing wrong, so can't fix it.

I find out this morning that I seem to have pissed people off. I don't know how or why. Something about messy suitcases. Evidently I have made several family members angry, but they didn't breathe a word to me. Oh no. They told Fam. Who proceeded to ream me about it, but I don't know what all I did.

This happens every year. I think I'm not going to come up here anymore. I don't know any of them very well, and all I seem to be doing is stepping on people's freakish quirks.

::EDIT BEFORE BED::
This made my night:

Thank you, SV!! Bit is ADORABLE!

SHOPPING!

Went into town to shop today. I now have four bras instead of one. So now I won't look like a total whore in my white shirts. I also have new panties and a pair of boxers that say "Chicks dig me". *chuckles*

MMM. I have a TV an microwave and shirts now, too. And a robe. So...yeah. I'll be clothed.

::EDIT::

Far less bored because they let me take the boat out. I think tonight I am going to be girly and play dress-up to sort through all my clothes.

::EDIT::
Lock me out of the house? Fuckers.

Boredom

I was woken up hellishly early today and told to get ready to go shopping. It sucked because I was in the middle of a dream, and I was jerked awake and thought Fam was the robot I had been fighting, so I had a quiet panic attack. Once I got over that I showered and got dressed...

...and found out Fam had gone back to bed.

So I've been sitting on my ass doing nothing today. Well, I called SLAM, worked on my katakana (I still have all my ひらがな memorized!)But the katakana gave me a headache, so I came in and finished Bebop. *sob*

And then I got online. And Fam just told me we're not going shopping today at all. We're gonna do it all tomorrow. O.o At least Unc is coming. That means I may actually get more stuff.

Anyway, so now I have all day to do nothing. I may watch Lain or Key the Metal Idol or something.

mmmm, the tide is coming in. I wonder if they'd let me take the boat out today.

No. *sulks*

Payback is a BITCH

Radio: Ah. A succubus
Wren: am not
Radio: Prove it
Wren: *doesn't come seduce you*
Radio: ...Fuck. I should've seen that coming.

The Chronicles of Wrennie

Well, here I am in the airport, blogging from Word like a loser. At least I accept my fate. ^_^ Some of you may be wondering why I’m here on the 15th, when I was telling everyone I was leaving on the 16th. That is a looovely story that can wait.

I have a rather large, shiny rock on my left hand. Yes, everyone, I was proposed to yesterday. Rose got down on one knee in her front yard, looked deep into my eyes, and lovingly said “Darling, which one is your left hand?”
….yes. She is quite suave, like any Don Juan should be. *coughs* (I’ll burn for that lie.)

After we had that sorted out she slid the ring onto my finger and said “If everything in life goes terribly wrong-- like it did when the box to this ring flew out my window when I was going 55 on Watson—remember that we’ll always have Vermont.” Then she lept to her feet and yelled “Yes! I finished it!”

It’s quite lovely, don’t you agree?


I got her a box of advice:
[see above]

[and again]
The hedgehog/bearded dragon offered this: “Don’t be prickly!”

[you get the point]The owl is a bit of an inside joke. Reminds us both of those innocent days at the zoo when we both were young. And hopeful. And not embittered and terrified of large winged birds and the impact they can have on your career/future/psyche.

((By the way, Batman. I’m listening to Frou Frou as I type this. Let me tell you, this is my favorite CD ever now. You have excellent taste. And I’ve been looking for a copy of “Must Be Dreaming” for MONTHS now. <3.))

So after that Tiny One, my fianc?, and I all went to the Spanish fest thing and had some food and watched really bad Bolivian dancers. Then Tiny One and I went to the Outback with SLAM and God. While we were there, I got a phone call from Fam.

“Are you ready to leave tomorrow?”
*long pause* “Fam, tomorrow is Sunday.”
“Right. You leave tomorrow.”

Well fuck.

So I spent most of the night frantically packing and cleaning. I had to drop my car at the repair place and get my prescription refilled. I’m not sure if I packed it…but I’ll find out later. I also ran by the house to grab part of a power cord I accidentally forgot. Let me tell you…a half-remodeled house with no power at night is a real treat. Luckily I have a good memory for my things and I knew exactly where what I wanted was. If only that memory extended to other, slightly more useful areas…*bubbles like goldfish* Anyway, I was in bed at 2 and woke up before five to finish cleaning the house and drag my ass off to the airport, where I am now.

Amazingly, I didn’t get frisked in security—for the first time in two years. I was impressed. Maybe it was my look of mild panic and my slightly teary eyes. I wasn’t really ready to go.

Issues at the bank still aren’t sorted out. So I’m still living my double life. Only not, you know, the cool one, living off other people’s money in fucking MADRID. *growls*

Oh well. I’ll have a debit card again soon. Which is good, because I need it for an evil plot.

Did I just sense someone shudder uncontrollably? *chuckles* good, good…

I’m used to having peace and solitude in the airport. But, sadly…it seems the MFV is on this flight. We fired her. Why won’t she go the hell away? I had no idea she was going to be here. If I had, I would have probably tried to smuggle my knife through security.

…Nah. Not worth the risk of losing it. I should name that knife.

Anyway, I just realized I forgot to install AOL back onto this computer, so I may not have internet at the canal after all. *dies* I will go INSANE if that happens.

WAIT! I’ll just have Fam stop by a Blockbuster on the way home. I can grab one of the free AOL disks there. *squee*

…I just *squeed* at getting AOHell. What the….ah well. I call it desperation. >.> Don’t shoot me.

Ugh. Time to board.

::EDIT AFTER PLANE FLIGHT AND LUNCH::
According to me it is 3:50. According to the mp3 player I set in the SEA/TAC airport it is 1:50. I am SO TIRED. I managed to pass out on the plane, but that was kind of a mistake. Now my neck hurts and my body knows what it missed out on last night.

I’m sitting here becoming more and more amazed that I managed to get everything together after all. I got my car to the repair place, got my prescription, packed all my college stuff…and managed to pack up my room, too. I even got a packet of stuff to take to my store manager together. SLAM is going to drop it by sometime this week.

Something I noticed at the airport: an unusually large amount of military types. I know there’s a base nearby, but it was still surprising to see so many. Most of them were bitching that they had three years left. I hear that’s a common topic.

I know I’m not OK today because I let myself eat fast food fish. That is usually a big no on my list. Fish is not something I equate with “fast”. I hear “fast food fish”, I think “FRIED PESTILENCE.” It just seems like the dirtiest food when it’s served up in that kind of environment.

Did any of that make sense? I swear I’m feeling my brain power dying bit by bit already, and the day here has barely begun.

Meh. I’m bored. Imma try to entice Fam into some sort of conversation. Or something. Probably not, actually. Kay. She just left the car. No talky, then.

*goes off to organize music*

::EDIT ONCE AT THE HOUSES::
My current "internet" sucks major ass. Bear with me.

It Hurts to Walk

Aren't you supposed to stop doing this to yourself once you hit, like...9? I'd like evryone to note the swelling of the IT band.

Eri, if you ever call me puddin' again I will be forced to beat you to death with your own left leg. Just so you know.

This is the earliest I have voluntarily been awake all summer. Batman had better be happy.

::edit after a fantastic lunch, two kill bill movies, and a smoothie::
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! *sniff* I'm gonna miss you, Batman.

Elysian Fields- Black Acres

It's amazing how quickly lying out in a field with a bunch of people and watching shooting stars zip around can improve your mood. The grass was mildewy and it got freaking cold so we all ended up huddling together for warmth, but it was a lot of fun. Though I have to say I may have caused a few bruises. Old '"no touchy!" *WHAM!*' habits die hard, ne?

Bye and good luck to Biker and Attabug. Have fun at boot camp, darling. And I hope the duffel bags don't eat you, sir.

Raaa.

Well, since I seem to have been stood up on my Kill Bill marathon and food plans, I'll be going to Biker's barbeque and watching a meteor shower tonight. And getting Krispy Kremes.

HAHAHAHA

The best part of the night while I was with SLAM? He was trying to relax, and I kept poking/tickling/injuring him, so he grabs me and flips me over onto his legs to tickle me back...and I start yelling.
"NO FAIR! *whiney* IT'S ONLY FUN WHEN I DO IT TO YOU!"
"What?!"
"THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!!"
"So what are the rules?! You can do anything?"

I lean down and grab his feet to tickle them. "Whee!" He flops over and disappears from my line of sight, then I hear a really pissy voice mutter "Just don't kick me in the face, alright?"

VICTOLLY!!

*Frustration*

My roommate does not exist.

Busy, busy.

Well, before I head off to bed, here's my plan for tomorrow.

Go to the bank and get new accounts and cards an stuff.

Eat lunch with Batman. <3!!!!! <---HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY

Finish packing for college

Mail packages

Take Fam back to bank have her set to be able to access my acct to give me money in college.

Anticipate the coming out of Kill Bill Vol 2

::EDIT AFTER LUNCH/MOVIE/ICE CREAM::

Well, the Japanese place was closed, so we went to Olympia to get Greek food. What a switch. We got a really nice waiter named Andrew, and I ordered some saganaki and told him to hold the "opa!". Well, not only does he not hold the "opa", but he rushes to the table and sets the cheese on fire before either Batman or I have noticed he's there. She's never had saganaki before so is staring at awe at the PILLAR OF FLAME coming off the plate. It was really amusing. ^^

Then we get to the main deal. She orders a pita and I get the pastic--pasticzitzo...pastizcicio....macaroni. (No, the waiter didn't think it was funny, either.) Well, I forgot to tell them to hold the beef, and she forgot to tell them to hold the tomatos. Luckily they put the pasta on a bed of ground beef so I was able to eat the noodles an cheese and leave the meat there. Well, only...it leaves you with a plate of ground beef. A pile of processed meat on a plate. mmmmmmm...I try to watch her and not the plate, but she keeps glaring at me, so I went to the bathroom and struck up a conversation with a guy in line. The line in the girl's bathroom wasn't moving, so I just used the guy's one after my buddy was done. One question. Why do adult males never flush toilets? I mean really. And half of you can;t even aim, anyway. I muttered about it to myself on the way back to the table.

The waiter comes back after Batman is done picking at her sandwich and stares at my plate (I was too.It was really...appetizing...) "Are...you done?"
I nod soberly and try really hard not to giggle.
He turns to Batman and her barely eaten pita. "Would you...like a box?" She shakes her head and giggles slightly.
So he grabs our plates and runs off. We burst out laughing and wonder if we've traumatized him yet. He quickly comes back for our napkins. Well, sadly, Batman had used it to stash her tomatos. He picks it up, stares at her, and then shakes it in her face.
"What is this? What did you do!" She laughs and doesn't answer, and he rushes back off.

Later, after we ordered baklava, he only brought us one napkin and then refused to pick it up. He looked at it and goes "I'm leaving that there."

I smiled at him and said "It's only full of baklava..."

Needless to say, we tipped him 35%.

Then I made her watch the Princess Bride. That's two of my three favorite movies. One more to go. She laughed really hard at the rolling down the ravine scene, the marriage scene, and the
the jumping out the window scene. I just laughed really hard. I have that damn movie memorized.

After that we went and got ice cream and I had to explain to her the finer points of eating from a cone. You have to have a STRATEGY. You have to eat it OFFENSIVELY. Sadly, she was eating it defensively, and it was kicking the ass of her and about seventeen napkins. She looked at me angrily at one point and muttered "Why aren't you having any problems?" I replied "I'm just better at licking than you are." ::evil chuckle::

She had to go get more napkins after that.

ARGH

So...evidently this weekend I withdrew $800 US dollars during a trip to Spain...

Yeah. New accounts for me tomorrow.

The good news is they didn't touch my savings, and I do get the money back after a lot of paperwork. And I get to call a happy number and be protected from identity theft.

I'm glad I actually have cash on me for once.

Anyway, I owe all of catching this to Poe, because if it weren't for me planning to give him money, I'd not have caught this before they got more money. So, once I get the money back...I'm gonna donate to him gratefully. ^_^;;;

IRC MADNESS

Talking about the next convention...and things get out of hand...
* Caff|Glasses will be good and not bring her knife?
RUPE: nah, knives are okay
WREN: ...ME with knives?
RUPE: but the people around might be a bit edgy with me slinging an AK over my shoulder
JAS: ...
CAFF: you didn’t see me in the dealer room....
* Eriatarka wonders if Caff can do the Vamp-spinny-knifey action.
* Caff|Glasses can do anything better than you.
ERI: Oh, can you, now?
CAFF: of course
RUPE: tormenting me, for example
* Eriatarka bets he can have sex with women better than you can
CAFF: not at all, sweetie. I can sleep with women better than you. They wouldn't be faking it. ^_^
ERI: ...Ouch. My self-esteem.
JAS: =O Ouch, Caff...
RUPE: bwa-ZING
* Eriatarka grabs Caffy's tongue with a pair of tongs. Now let's see you boast about that!
* Caff|Glasses is good with her tongue?
* Eriatarka gives up and shakes his fist
* kyhm has joined #en
* ChanServ sets mode: +o kyhm
aaand the first thing he reads iiiiis....
* Caff|Glasses points out the only reason she's better at sex than Eri is because as a female she knows what feels best firsthand.
CAFF: ^_^
CAFF> Hi kyhm!!
And he rolls with it!! <3!!
KYHM-SAMA: ... the only reason, Caff? I'm disapointed. ^_^
ERI: Pfft. All you have to do is tell me
RUPE: *boom chicka wow wow*

CAFF: kay, Eri. When we have sex, I'll be sure to tell you all you're doing wrong.
KYHM-SAMA: I'm not going to make any judgements unless I've had sex with you both. ^_^
SPIKE: Wise man. :)
CAFF: at once, or seperately?
KYHM-SAMA: yes.
* Eriatarka notes that the first half of that sentence overcomes any problems the second half points out.
* Caff|Glasses is too tired to understand that and probably should have shut up long ago.
* Eriatarka is also tired and may or may not be incoherent.
ERI: And I'm pretty sure I lost this battle a good while ago. So I go now.
JAS: [21:32] Caff|Glasses: kay, Eri. When we have sex,
JAS: Eri, you already won.
CAFF .....I hate you, Jas.
ERI: And yes. Jazzy is right. That's what I meant, since the only way that sentence could've been bad after those words were if a facehugger was involved.
JAS: HAHAH! Facehugger!
* Eriatarka has quit IRC (Quit: I've had it with this game! I'm going for a scuttle. )
* Caff|Glasses won. she's a better man than Eri. hmph
KYHM-SAMA: hmm. sex... facehugger... I'm seeing a correlation here.
RUPE: same end result, isn't it? writhing spawn coming out of the host's body
SPIKE: XD Excellent point, Rupe.
* Jasp-o is a better man than you both, so :P
CAFF: are not.
CAFF: Rupe is the only THE MAN* here.
JAS: Care to prove it?
* Vass snickers and goes back to his book
* kyhm is a better man than, uh, both of you put together! ^_^
* Caff|Glasses marries Rupe an not Jas. Proved.
* RupertTheAirborneRat grins like an idiot
* Eronarn is a better girl than Rupe, so nyah! ...wait...
CAFF: shhh.
RUPE: 'fraid you've got me there, Ero
* spiketail collapses into a pile of laughter.
CAFF: I can still beat you any day, old fogey.
JASS: I'd like to see you try, Caff.
* Caff|Glasses grabs a shoe and a chilled squirt bottle. c'mere.

*THE MAN- Anyone I deem awesome. Always in caps. Never plural. Never the same person. EX: I am THE MAN. There are three THE MANs here.

And now, a post with content!

Gah. Most of you know that we're in the apartment right now letting our house be remodeled. Well, since I'm heading off for college in less than two weeks I've been packing all my stuff to get it shipped. And, well, the vast majority of it is at the house.

I went over there on Thurs to do some preliminary sorting and packing. That night, while watching Lain with Rose, I had a horrible allergy attack. It was from all the damn dust and stuff. So I've been stuffy and nasty ever since.

Today I get to go back over and finish packing. Hopefully I don't end up half-dead and on drugs again. I only have a few days to recover before heading off, and I'd rather spend that time healthy and with my friends.

::EDIT DURNG PACKING::
It feels so odd to be doing this. This is my sixth move in five years, and the second in the past sixth months. I'm kind of sick of packing and unpacking my things. Out off all the places I've had to ship my ass off to this is the only one I chose myself.

I'm kind of excited. But I'm also slowly starting to freak out. I'm gonna miss my friends. I'm running out of time to see them all.

And my roommate hasn't contacted me. Well, replied to my e-mail. I'm going to give her a call on Monday if she hasn't responded by then.

::pauses and feels the stress::

Gah.

::Goes back to packing up her books::

Why I love Sinfest

Moved to a hyperlink because it wouldn't fit in my damn main column

*glee*

Took Batman to see the Dark Crystal at the Tivoli theater.

^_^ Best. Night. EVAR.

*goes to bed*

A Formal Plea

So, Rose, how was Chicago? Hang out with me LOTSANDLOTSANDLOTS before we go out of town, ok?

Darling, I will not let you go to Vermont alone. I cannot live without your love.

Bitch.

*squee*

Does this make me or him look bad?

BDM: ...ok...i'm gonna do a few things around the room...then sleep...
Wren: have...fun....
BDM: ...just cleaing up...
Wren: ...kay...
BDM: how dare you insinuate other things
Wren: I read inseminate.
BDM: ...you said that I had the dirty mind...
Wren: *dies of laughter*

No More Procrastination

To Do Tonight:

Are there Walgreens in Tacoma?
Decline Work Study

Begin Packing List
Begin To Buy List

Finish Medical Records and mail
Finish Orientation and mail
E-mail roommate

Look through classes
Read all the info an stuff
Figure out how much of Fam’s money I have left

Call Abigale one day she'll be there. grrr.
Update Blog
Finish old evil plot
Pay Parking Tickets
Finish Cowboy Bebop

Work on how-to guides for all the technology stuff so things don’t explode when I leave?

True Friends Stab You In the Front

^_^

::EDIT BEFORE BED::
I know someone like this.

Today Hurt

I must have killed someone's puppy in a past life. XD

hmmm.

Sometimes Errands Have a Good Side

So I went to start getting the repairs done on my car. Here's the list of things that will get done to it in the next month:
1) Oil change -Yeah...I was only 2,783 miles/2 months overdue.
2) Get left side mirror fixed-this is from back last time I was deathly ill and that dumb kid ran into ONLY MY MIRROR. Of course I was too drugged to get his plates.
3) Time for the 60,000 mile maintenence. I hear they overhaul everything an stuff. That's tomorrow.
4) Sunroof needs a new "module". IE the WHOLE THING IS BROKEN. So that is going to wait until:
5) The car gets sent in for the 6k of hail damage it ended up with. MMM, body repairs.

But, today while I was in starting to get stuff scratched off the list, the Scotsman showed back up and we had a long convo (see old post thing about him). His name is Stephen, also known as Scotty. We don't know why. ::bland face::

So it was fun. And I get to go back tomorrow. And listen to that accent again. ::EEEE::

heh

My forum split due to unsquelchable angst, and I was looking at the new forum and debating joining, since I know all of them anyway, but there are little things all over the page that make it seem so angry and anatagonistic that it annoyed me, so I decided "meh" and went back to browsing Unrelated.

I guess I'll save joining for the next time I'm bedridden and drugged up beyond all reason.

Tired Eyes

"No, really. I love being dragged out of bed at 2:30 AM by other people's emotional crises."- My brain this morning when the person who called me, upon finding out when I was waking up, told me to go to bed. My answer? "I was working on that when you called."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

*laughs* Yah, it was kinda funny.

I'm actually reading Something Positive

And this is the one I laughed at the most.

My bed still holds two people without committing suicide

Despite the best and most accidental efforts to break it a few weeks back. Minds out of the gutter, bitches.

Biker is over, and thanks to her I am up waaaaay earlier than I am used to. And there is no food in the house, and most of you are not online, and I am in no mood to move my ass and make tea. And the iced tea is not sugared, so I can't have that. SO WHY AM I UP? *glares to her right* Oh.

It makes sense. She uses a Mac.

Gah. Listening to the songs my mom used to play on the piano when I was little is not making me feel good inside. I blame thinking about things too much. Getting ready to go off to the Northwest and leave SLAM, etc. I don't feel old enough for college. And yet...off I go.

I'm also thinking about how I'm a complete moron, but that's a given.

MMMM, tummy just overrode brain. Time to frolic in the kitchen.

Workeh!!

It was costume day at work today. I found that out 10 minutes before I was supposed to be in. Non-uniform was mandatory.

Of course I freaked out and reached for the black.

After these pics were taken, I changed my nametag to "Sunshine" and put handcuffs on my belt.


That's all my accessiories. I call this the "metal crotch shot".


RAAAA, I eat you with my angst!! PAY YOU LATE FEES!!


uh-huh. It's fake.

So, all the guys avoided me, and all the women treated my like ususal. Huh.

I'll post pics of the other people later. Maybe. Hmmm.

BWAHAHA

I know have what I need to start learning very basic ASL. Gah, I love starting a new language.

Went to Borders, got distracted in the music section. Bought four books, 2 CDs and the 4disc ASL CD-ROM.

MMMMM, consumer whore.

Hey BDM, Rose says I need to force you to come visit sometime in the next month since you're relatively close by.

::Edit After Work::
*sings* BA-lloon!! BA-lloon!

Hehehe...my new victimfavorite customer came in again today. We actually had a very basic conversation. He oh-so-kindly pointed out that I had forgotten to remove the lock on the movie I gave him yesterday. I implied that I was very sorry and told him he would get a free movie. He nodded happily, then proceeded to tell me he was glad the Cards were winning because he was a big fan. I nodded in agreement and waved goodbye, and he walked out the door and bounced around in the parking lot for a little while.

All without a word. I danced.

Mad Goal

I have two weeks to learn enough American Sign Language to have a basic conversation with a deaf guy at my work. I am in lvoe with him, and the truth must come out.

Actually, I just hate language barrers of any sort. And I'd like the look of mild relief when he sees me to become one of joy because he knows there won't be awkward confusion. Right now he knows I recongnize him and am patient enough to deal with him. I'd like to also be able to talk...

MMMM, Borders, here I come.

I'm not sure this counts as evil, but it is a plot.

The End of Ikasu

I don’t think I’ve ever been so social in my life. Four days of non-stop being around people, interacting with people…I think I would have had a nervous breakdown if the con had gone on any longer. I need to go back through my journals and find when this reclusive tendency of mine began. Maybe if I find the trigger I can stop freaking out.

The worst moment of Ikasu: In the airport, walking up the catwalk between terminals 2 and 3, trying to find my way to the Information Center in the Delta area. I was a nervous wreck, I was tired, I was cranky, and my mp3 player was refusing to play Prince. Absolutely refusing. I was certain everyone was going to hate me, and I felt like I was going to puke.

The best moment of Ikasu: I’m going to stick to situations with objects and not people. I can’t think of a single favorite experience with you guys, and I’m too lazy to type all the good ones out. But finding Key the Metal Idol was the highlight of the materialistic aspect of the con.

The most pathetic moment of Ikasu: Looking around the room at everyone and realizing that we are all on our computers. Not just on them. In the same chat room. Having conversations with each other via AIM. And yet the room is totally silent. I looked around and realized I am a big loser because I found it easier to type to these people than talk to them. That happened less each night, however. So I guess we all got used to each other. But Thinman was right—we DO spend too much time on the computer.

The scariest moment of Ikasu: Well, aside from Rae and his LLAMA *cringe*, it was probably the ten minutes before we had to leave the airport when I could find neither my driver’s license nor my debit card. I was freaking out. I was trying not to cry. I was eating things. Karmically. I did find them right when we had to leave, tho. I had put them in a different pocket than usual in my backpack. Because I’m almost blind, I have usual places for things, and I never think to check to see if they might be anywhere else. Not in my pocket? Not on the table by the lamp? They must have fallen out. Time to go to the front desk.

Or maybe it was being one of two females at the hentai panel and not having a problem with it.

The evilest moment of Ikasu: My multiple plots to steal BDM’s (sister’s) Ein.

The most ticklish moment of Ikasu: SHARPIE TUMMY DRAWING!!! WAI!!

And now here I am, typing this in the airport of Cincinatti, which I am still not spelling right, waiting for a plane that leaves in an hour. Yes, I did get frisked at security. No, this time they did NOT check for crack. But I got felt up quite a lot because of the metal buckles on my pants(u). At least the lady was nice. My plane is going to be yet another pack of gum, too, so I’m not going to get to use my laptop. Stupid weak-ass tray tables. I guess I’ll read Love Hina and ZAAMM. It will be too loud for my mp3 player.

Thank you, Impy, for driving us around and putting up with us teasing you mercilessly about Poe. Thank you for the fucktastic backrub, too. And the tummy drawing. Poe, thank you for not being too afraid of us fanboys. I will not ever forgive you for not bringing your box of Exploitation Now comics, tho. For that, my ghost shall haunt you through the ages. Jas, thank you for your mad wrestling skills. Bastard. *grin*. Also for all the anime and music you loaned/supplied me. Mister B, thanks for not always stealing the covers and for at least trying to like anime. You commie bedmate. Dirk, thank you for the rides, the Thai experience, and the manga. Skjie, thanks for bringing the hat, letting me un-build and rebuild your shoe, and for letting me draw all over you. Also thank you for being a camera paparazzi. Rae…I cannot thank you for the llamas. I suppose I shall have to thank you for not being uber-scary man like you are on the forums. And the drunken impression of me. BDM, your scratchy voice was fun to listen to, and I enjoyed drawing all over your arm. Also thank you for letting me briefly pretend Ein was mine. And Thinny, thanks for the boots, the red hair, and the chance to be practically useless when you needed to work on your truck.

I have to say I kinda don’t want to go back to real life. I would have gone insane if I had stayed around you all any more because I am such an antisocial person and I need my alone time, but it was a lot of fun being able to sleep whenever, hang out with random people, and be a total moron *cough*hentai panel*cough* with all of you. I liked all of you a lot, which makes me happy, and I’d hang out with any of you again. Keep that in mind if you’re ever bored and near Seattle/STL. Or have money to blow on tickets.

GAH!!!

I are bruised and my hands is hurted. I am also tired. But there is pizza on the way. Albeit for the second day in a row, but as one of two girls in the midst of a mass of guys at an anime convention, I don't really have a say. And, well...pizza ish guuuuud.

Speaking of pizza, I saw hentai last night.

Bwahaha

I'm sitting here happily typing away with a very bored blog spy to my left and my right.



Life is good.

No Rest For The Wicked

I have been awake since 10:30 on Wednesday. It is now 3-something on Friday. Why the lack of sleep?

Blame Ikasu.

I had to work Wednesday night. And, thanks to the wonderful intervention of Fam, I was unable to pack beforeheand due to a lack of suitcase. So I got home at midnight, typed an e-mail, packed, and cleaned my room, then finally went to bed at 2:30 AM Thursday morning. I was due to be at the airport at 6.

Well. I was juuuuust drifting off around 3 AM when I notice the lights going on in the kitchen. Thanks to the damn glass wall every time lights go on in there my room lights up, too. I roll over sleepily to ignore it, but then I am jolted to full alertness by this CLANKING. And it hits me: Fam is unloading the dishwasher. At freaking 3AM. I got up, opened the door, and told her to stop. Fairly politely, for me, since I hate being woken up involuntarily above all other things. I said "I just fell asleep. Could you not bang the dishes around and maybe read a book or something?" She replied "I can't sleep." I say "Neither can I. Go figure. But see, I want to."

So then she goes off to do something moderately less loud, and I am left to be wide awake and completely freaking out about 'meeting' so many new people. I fall back asleep at 4 and catnap for an hour. Back fully awake at five, then more partial sleep until the alarm goes off at 6.

Off to the airport. I would have slept on the plane, but I was on a dual-propeller 10-seater hell-thing that whined too loudly for me to even be able to hear my mp3 player.

And of course I couldn't sleep during the day. There were people to meet and hang out with and torment an stuff.

And then the night, yeah, you'd think I could, but my last roommmate comes in at 4AM and he wants us to be awake to help him find stuff just in case. Stuff being the room.

And I have to be at the airport at 6AM to get Baron.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

FEH!!

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Victolly!

For a day that started with me running into the shower door, it went well. Except now that we're out of soup, I want it.

Happy Birthday, Abigale! Yes, a day late, but I just now realized it wasn't July 8th.

Old Post Up

Finally finished my rant about work. Scroll down. it's titled "Karma".

My Own Country

I'm Caff. For those who don't know. Vass is an Aussie. Let the witty banter begin.

Vass: oh, out of curiosity, which are you? puritan or religious nutjob? Since I'm apparently a criminal.
Wren: I'm the other one.
Vass: and pray tell, what is the other one?
Caff: the one that hates the other two.
Vass: *ponders* except that you just agreed that the US is entirely made up of puritans and religious nutjobs...
Caff: yes, so?
Vass: so that would preclude there being a third option....
Caff: right
Vass: unless you wish to start denying that you're a US citizen
Caff: yes.
Vass: so would you care to inform me of which nation you are a citizen?
Caff: me!
Vass: I highly doubt that you're an independent nation...
Caff: I am indeed. I have my own tax rate adn everything.
Vass: defense force?
Caff: as you've seen
Vass: *nods* very crappy immune system. might want to increase your defense spending....
Vass: so is the independent nation of whatever you've decided to call it self-sufficient?
Caff: I rely heavily on imports.
Vass: of course. what's the population growth rate like?
Vass: or are you pursuing ZPG?
Caff: population growth is me.
Vass: okay... ZPG...
Vass: immigration?
Caff: isn't that a bit personal? ^_^
Vass: *laughs* only if you wish to take it that way ^_^
Vass: so what're the major industries?
Caff: large-scale organization, literature
Vass: large-scale organisation? sounds like consultation crap...
Caff: feh.
Vass: so what about literature then?
Caff: we export satire.
Vass: ahh... generic satire or is it more concentrated at particular people and groups?
Caff: depends on the angst production.
Vass: and is that generally high?
Caff: depends on international political climate.
Vass: how international? UN level international or more on the personal level of international?
Caff: when you're one person, everything is international.
Vass: very true, however not everyone else considers themselves their own nation...
Caff: well...yes.
Vass: so international confrontations can therefore be on the macro level(on nation against another), or the micro level (one nation against a member or members of another nation)...
Caff: micro level, generally
Vass: ahh... does it ever lead to low level warfare?
Caff: yes.
Vass: of course. silly question
Caff: indeed.
Vass: so do you get many tourists? or is that on a security level akin to immigration?
Caff: My country occasionally allows photo safaris.
Caff: *giggle*
Vass: as long as they aren't nude photo safaris
Caff: my country has never hosted a nude photo safari.
Vass: ahh... but you still get lots of tourists?
Caff: we limit our tourism.
Vass: very limited?
Caff: my country prefers to find other methods of income.
Vass: and blackmail? ^_^
Caff: only on a micro scale
Vass: ah, of course
Vass: so can your nation keep the entire populace employed?
Caff: yes. My nation has no problems finding a job.
(After death of AIM) Vass: trying to kill your computer?
Caff: my intelligence system briefly failed.

The Best Conversation I've Ever Had With Rose

Wren: hey Rose, you owe me sex, bitch.
Rose: HEY!
Rose: ok
Rose: Nyahahaha!
Wren: ooo, that was easy.
Rose: did you see the knife you got me? yes, it was easy!
Wren: I don't really like the idea of owing anyone sex...
Wren: except you.
Wren: *laughs*
Rose:*giggle* - of course you don't like owing anyone sex. It's just funny.
Rose: lets move to vermont!
Wren: sweet!

...

Rose: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Rose: oh my god, lets back up here
Wren: aww, that laughter hurts me deep inside.
Wren: can we back up to the vermont thing?
Rose: knives... make you drool.
Rose: see! You Like Sex.
Rose: I'm gonna make you a sign
Wren: WHAT.
Rose: Lol. no, i'm not, relax
Wren: WARNING: I Like SEX.
Rose: in a way, i envy you because you get to appreciate people. only i don't envy anyone. i need to think of a word for that
Wren: "appreciate people"...is that some new euphemism...
Rose: no!
Wren: *laughs*
Rose: you know, enjoy other people! Shut up!!
Wren: ok, ok.....
Rose: shuuut uuuuuuup!
Wren:
Rose: what did you just type?

Karma.

Well, today started out fantastically well. I ended up 1,600 richer than I thought I would be. The first hour of my morning was literally spent finding money I didn't know I had.

Of course I had to have my share of "fuuuck, I'm rippingmyhairout", too.

So now, though I have been trying to avoid it, I feel I must rant about what has been happening at work.

Monday night we had a really bad storm. My power didn't go out (it flickered and briefly ended a rather fun phone call, tho), but large sections of the city lost power. A lot of people didn't get theirs back until Thursday night.

I didn't think too much of this, tho, since I wasn't affected. Yeah, sure, a few street lights were out and whole roads were closed down due to large trees having fallen down across them, but I figured most people were pretty fine. I get a call on Tuesday tho, while out knife shopping with Rose, and my aunt tells me that my work is powerless. I immediately want to cry. See, Blockbuster can't close. We have movies to check in. If we don't check them in, people get late fees they don't deserve. So a power outage means NOTHING. We still have to find a way to work. And since we'd be there anyway trying to find a way to check in movies, Blockbuster will greedily insist that we also check OUT movies. Manually. By hand. Which means entering them into the computer later. Also, to do manual checkout, we can only rent to people who actually have cash and a Blockbuster card on them. For some reason this simple logic seems to escape people. How the FUCK can we track our movies without your account number? And no, I am NOT going to just trust your ass when you say you rent here all the time. And, asshole, how do you expect us to use your giftcard when we have NO FUCKING POWER? Geez, people are dumb!

So I get to work Wednesday, and luckily we got our power back at 11:30 the night before, but we can't use the computers still, because the computers think it's Monday. See, the power went out Monday night, so the closing shift didn't get to run Daily. See, Daily is the process that balances the computer and processes reports, then gets ready for the next day. If daily isn't run, you can't use the computer the next day. So on Wednedsay night when I came in Daily for Monday had just finished, so we got to continue checking things out manually until Daily for Tuesday was done. Which took two hours.

So now that Daily was done, the computers were technically usable, but before we could start checking out movies, we had to start checking them in. That job fell to me. I got to FOS (found on shelf command-no fees credited to account) the 300-odd movies that had accumulated during the power outage. After that, I got to check in all the ones that had been dropped off from 12 o clock on. It was 10PM at that point. Once all that was caught up, I was able to use one drawer to check people out, and my MOD used the other one to enter in all the manual checkouts. Ever done tax by hand? It sucks, motherfuckers. But we were always within 1 penny of the real price. *mild pride*

Luckily, it wasn't too busy that night, so while the MOD was trying to finish up computer crap, I was running cart after cart of movies. I got about 300 done. Which left another 200 for the opening shift. Which was one person. I left a note saying they could call me in if need be. I could use the money, anyway.

So I managed to get everything straightened, cleaned, and stocked, also, and MOD finished processing the manual checkouts at 11:58. I locked the door, and we started settling the accounts and running Wednesday's daily. We were headed out the door at about 12:30, but then we discover that out alarm had been fried during the outage. It took us until 1:06 to get out of the store.

I did get called in on Thurs, so I went in for three hours and finished running movies. We were all caught up.

Well, then FRIDAY comes. The satellites went down and the computers froze, so it was back into manual checkout mode. And it was busy, and people were pissy. I was also the one who got to process the checouts once our comps got back up because the MOD was new and a total imcompetent under pressure. She was spazzing out during the whole thing, which stressed ME out, and annoyed the customers. She hung up on computer support twice and left me up front to handle everything for at least an hour. Then, at 11:45, instead of helping me fucking straighten and stock soda and do trash, she gets a phone call and talks on the phone for 15 minutes. So I did all the damn closing duties AND caught the store back up, and she just freaked out and smoked a lot of cigarrettes. I am SO PISSED OFF about this. We FIRED D-Rick, why did we get another one?

Feh. That is all.

Hmm, she's making a list!

My aunt seems to think that badly bruised pears are the ones to buy, so I have to make a grocery store run tomorrow. Before work today I also have to run by the bank and deposit a check. That will give me all the money I need for Ikasu. And then some. Grand.

Things I need to scrounge up from the house:
1) my dream book
2) Henna book
3) Senior photos
4) nail polish remover
5) suitcase

Things I need to buy:
1) new jeans. my old ones are dying.
2) new henna paste. mmm, macrosun is my friend.
3) the last Lain DVD.
4) One album from iTunes (tbd).

Todo list:
1) Mail off the money order, already.
2) sort through college info. really. I'm doing that tonight. (Remind me....)
3) laundry.
4) must organize music more....

The Idiot's Guide to Finding Me at Work

AT 5:00, when the shift starts:
Still driving to work. Possibly getting into my car. Yes, all you people who IM me have a LOT to do with this. I'm the one in traffic with the windows down no matter what the weather is and blissfully blessing the surrounding area with her current musical obsession.

WHEN IT'S BUSY:
If active seller-I'm the one off in a corner glaring at customers and muttering to herself. I'm wearing a dorky red apron and my nametag is probably on upside down.
If cashier-I'm the one in the blue shirt who is looking you in the eyes and telling you that yes, you WILL be paying your late fees. I am also probably being a cold hard bitch to the young blonde boy in the pink shirt who is trying to hit on me. And his friends are snickering. If you're not sure enough, I'm the one who's knees crack when she crouches to get stuff out of the drop box.

WHEN IT'S EMPTY: Sitting on the floor watching TV. Or sitting underneath the security camera on the counter eating/reading a magazine. They can't see me. They have no proof. BWAHAHA. It is also possible that I am out on the floor talking to some of our regular late-night customers/my friends. If I am in my khaki pants, rest assured that they are falling down and my shirt is coming untucked. If I am in my skirt, I am probably holding boxcutters and grinning ominously at incoming customers.

AFTER 8PM: Sitting in my car in the parking lot, blissfully listening to music and enjoying fifteen minutes of peace.

IF MY STALKER COMES IN: In the back. With a walkie talkie. Awaiting an "all clear". You'll know if I'm back there, because there will be bad singing coming from the talkie up front.

AFTER CLOSE: I'm the one dancing in drama with my mp3 player on. Yes, I look like an ass. Yes, we are closed. I'm also probably the one telling you to go away. Stop tapping on the glass.

Well then!

It's back to the normal way of doing things. In bed, with laptop. Sleep. Wake up. In bed with laptop. Sleep...work, sometimes, get up for food...

hehehe.

::EDIT BEFORE WORK::
mmm, since everyone is gone I'm sitting in the living room draped across the Morphine Chair. SO COMFORTABLE. Tea is brewing in the kitchen and I'm organizing all the music Rupe and Jas gave me. Cue more zen-like calm.

I AM NEVER USING FEDEX AGAIN

So I wake up today to discover that they've pushed off the arrival of the Ubermachine until 4:30 tomorrow. I am no longer zen-like and calm. I am ready to start breaking some things.

::EDIT AFTER CALLING FEDEX::
Well, at least I know they didn't actually try to deliver it to Indiana like the website says they did.

::EDIT IMMEDIATELY AFTER EDIT::
Ok, zen-like calm has returned. I'm gonna go knife shopping.

::EDIT AFTER KNIFE SHOPPING::
There's a door tag that says I can pick it up...but the phone lady said its in Indiana.

::EDIT AFTER LONG DRIVE DOWN HANLEY::
GOT IT!!

::FINAL EDIT::
Great...now they won't play nice. Time to redo the network.

mmm, the last morning of peace

I'm actually easting breakfast. Generally I'm not up early enough to eat breakfast foods. But today decided to be special. There was another thunderstorm around 8 AM and I had to wake up and reset my alarm becuase I had NO intention of sleeping past 1PM. Well, then a few minutes ago, the phone rang. I was afraid it was Fed-Ex calling and saying "j00 get no laptop, lolz sorry!!!1one", so leapt out of bed and ran to check the messages, because they LOVE to leave messages and then hide.

Well, I got to sit through two quite scary messages for Fam from her friends. Both the ladies were quite confused. I think one of them didn't know where her daughter was. And then I got this looooovely message from my grandfather. He doesn't seem to realize that we have call forwarding, and not a new number, so he left this long angry message for me along the lines of "We WANTED to invite you out to Disneyland, but since you're living in the apartment and you didn't BOTHER to give us your new number...call us if you get this sometime within the next six months." I was giggling evilly by the end of it. He sounded like such a dumb asshole. SO I tried to call him back and say "if you had BOTHERED to notice that we have call forwarding and you don't NEED a new number, then you wouldn't feel like such a moron. And before you say it, I wasn't avoiding you. I was at WORK." bwahaha.

I'm strangely peaceful. I think I'm going to go shower and then do some laundry. Around one I'll go see if FedEx came through for me and the Ubermachine is home.

Random contemplation

I have never understood Bob. Bob is the cat that Fam and Unc had when I came to live with them. His full name is Robert Jr, and I think that may be part of the problem.

Bob doesn't like to be petted. He doesn't like to play. He's afraid of literally EVERYTHING. Last week or so when Biker and I were watching Gothika and we started screaming, he literally went AIRBORNE from the bed and ran full speed out of the room doing the scared kitty tail thing.

Bob is also a biter. But he doesn't bite me anymore. I let him do it ONCE. When he bit me, I wapped him upside the head (not hard. never hard) and chased him across the house screaming. So now he leaves my flesh unpunctured.

But since we moved into the apartment, Bob has been a changed kitty. He sleeps in my room at night on my bed WITHOUT getting pissed if I move around. And he's a total attention whore. He follows me around yowling and DEMANDS that I pet him. And he's taken to waking me up so I'll pet him.

But he still doesn't play, and I discovered today that he doesn't like tuna.

Bob is...an interesting creature, indeed.

Yep. I am totally, utterly screwed.

It's official.
DOOMDOOOMDOOOOMDOOOOOOOM......

Oh, and I've never seen Footloose, so stop whining about the lyrics. I post what I want. And I thought that was funny.

For once I'd like to not be the strong one.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

How did I hurt me? Let me count the ways...

So I had grand fun at the lake/grad party this weekend. A little too much fun. So I am going to whine and list all the places I'm hurt. Yes, this week, poking will find a sore spot. So no touchy, no die.

Bruised:
1) My forehead. Climbing back in the boat can suck sometimes.
2) Left bicep. About the size of a dollar coin.
3) Left inner arm. Size of a dime.
4) My chest. This is made worse by the fact that my pecs are sore, too.
5) My stomach is currently a network of bruises.
6) Right hip is black and blue from a bad landing.
7) My bum, for the same reason as 6.
8) Both shins. I look like I was attacked by someone who wears my kind of shoes.

Sore:
1) Neck.
2) Shoulders.
3) Arms.
4) Pecs.
5) Entire back.
6) Ass.
7) Hamstrings.
8) Quads.
9) Hip flexors.
10) Abs.
11) Left ankle.

I can't walk very well, get out of the car very well, or put on clothes very well. The moral of the story? Tubing is fun!!!

::Edit 8:34 PM::
Total mood swing. Thank you, Damily.

A word to Fam. I have a feeling I am going to get VERY sick of the phrase "the neighbors can hear you" as a replacement for what used to be YOU admitting you were annoyed at whatever supposedly loud noise I was making. As I type this, your daughter is using a pair of high heels to make loud drumming noises on the floor. How ironic.

And every time you yell at me because I didn't do something the way you wanted it, I flash back to all the things my mom used to say to me and am left feeling like utter trash. So don't tell me I'm being ridiculous. You just don't get what's REALLY wrong.

::final edit::
I'm feeling a bit less sad, slightly bored, and very perverse (not perverted. stop.) right now, so here's some context for what I typed above.

"Wipe off the stove. You made a huge mess."


...Does she mean THIS?


"And wipe down the cabinets. This kitchen is so filthy."

I feel cheap now, but man, that was fun.

Run. Now.

For I have found the knife I want. Flavino Ikoma, I love you. And this is why.



MMM. Hande-made, sub-zero quenched, and, best of all, perfectly balanced at the first finger groove. Oh, and did I mention the velvet-lined sheath?

::cue diabolical smiling::

The beast within

Well, I have to call in in 20 minutes to see if Mini-MOD needs me. He always says no, but still. Hell may freeze over at 11:55.

Last night I stayed up far too long working on an evil plot, but the good news is that it's almost over. One of you should soon start feeling very afraid, for I am almost ready to retaliate. BWAHAHA.

HMM. Well, back to work on it, methinks. MMM, naked pronoun.

::Edit after watching The Last Samurai and Pitch Black with Biker::

Best Quote Evar:: "Never underesturmate the Samurmai"

Well...

I really wish I didn't have to go to work today. 1-6 is kind of a crappy shift. And, well, the day outside looks like suck.

To-Do List:
1) e-mail Ikasu and make sure I'm regged
2) plane tickets
3) finish computer/HP crap so it can get fixed.
4) fill out all the forms from college
5) Have fam look them over and fork over some money
6) call Saturn and schedule maintenence and repair
7) rent movie and watch with Biker after work
8) clean room

Time to go wash/tame my hair. I'm sick of glorious bedhead.